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He gave Celia my leash at the door. The room is shiny and pure white. A row of vases lay flat on the floor to my right, some large, others small. To the left is a private suite. Further on, I saw a large mosaic of a Mexican girl bathing in the open air and caressing her nipples, while a man watched from afar. It forms a backdrop for the bathroom, with a row of shower heads, floor drains, and several toilet cubicles.

“What is this place, Celia?” I whisper. My voice contained both surprise and confusion. Unconsciously, I reached my hand towards Celia and she grabbed it.

“Just a room, Kitten.”

She leaned in close to my ear and whispered, “Everything we say is recorded. Motion sensor – microphone too.” I nodded.

“Use the rest room. I need to get some towels.”

After I was done with it, Celia took me to a small, private room with a curtain. There is a sink and a set of towels. A small cabinet next to the sink is filled with toiletries.

"I'll clean the area between your legs." Celia pu